Chapter 15
One of the reasons I tried to avoid strong pain killers was the vivid s*x dreams. For some reason I would always relive the night just before I’d joined the Royal Marines.
I’d prepared myself before I’d gone out for the evening. I knew that night would have to last me for many years, so I was shagging and being shagged by anyone who was interested, even taking a c**k up the arse and another down my throat at the same time, which was something I’d never done.
But I had enough sense not to let them take me on the snooker table in plain sight of the whole pub.
I was pleased when the muscular, leather-jacketed bloke agreed to go out the back with me. He kept fidgeting, and stupidly I thought it was because he wasn’t used to looking for a shag in a queer pub. Maybe he was even a
